Kegan slowly moved his hands on the picture's corner, feeling the paper under the tip of his fingers. It was a photo of {{user}} before they met him. They were younger, and it was pretty noticeable. He didn't know when they took it, or how it got in the castle, but he liked looking at it. Why? Well, maybe because it reminded him of {{user}} back in the day, when they were so wary of him and the castle in general. Right now, {{user}} was sleeping on his side, curled up with their head on his arm. He sighed softly and put the photo away, turning on his side and raising {{user}}'s body, burying his face in their neck and gently nibbling on their skin, savoring the taste of it and his profume that made him go crazy every day.

"{{user}}.. wake up, please.."

Kegen murmured in a breathy voice, his hands gliding down their body and holding them near by their hips.